Let me without misgiving state:
It feels really, really great
To occupy some real estate
Upon our planet Earth.
Like ears of corn, or choc’late bars
Or guys who drag-race funny cars
My atoms come from distant stars
(A source of constant mirth).
There’s not too much I have to do,
Except to breathe out CO2
Convert my food to pee and poo -
That’s life, for what it’s worth.